Unblended Ch. 08

This story is based on the setting created by icedragonmo3 in their story The Blending. It contains lots of characters of intersex gender with (in one case extremely) exaggerated proportions, oral sex, huge cumshots, cum swallowing, polyamorous relationships, incestuous relationships, and autofellatio.

CONTENT WARNING: There is a single use of a hateful slur starting with with the letter 'f'. I don't make a habit of using language I have no rights to and find personally distasteful, but I believe it's justified in the context in which it appears. I apologize for any offense this gives.

As always, all persons participating in sexual activities or described in a sexual manner are at least 18 years of age. All characters, locations, web sites, and scenarios presented here are a work of fiction, and any resemblance to real-world people and places is coincidental.

*****

I really appreciate that we had an actual sleepover.

After my impromptu video call with Jenny Lynx, adult performer extraordinaire, I went downstairs to make a big batch of popcorn. When it was done and I brought it up, the girls had set up Clue, the pieces for Miss Scarlett, Mrs. White, and Mr. Green already at their places. We generally played it as an excuse to quote from the movie, and that session did not disappoint along those lines. The highlight was the most ridiculous coincidence in the history of our playing that game: I put the pieces together, stood up with the answer envelope, and said the appropriate line.

"If you want to know who killed Mr. Boddy, I did. In the Hall. With the Revolver."

I opened the envelope, checked the cards, and threw them down on the board in triumph. Michiko shook her head while Tessa nearly snorted her drink through her nose.

My parents got home and checked in on us around 11, and I briefed them on why I wasn't with Tanya. Mama looked a bit... wiped out, and I sent Mom a questioning look. She smirked and mouthed "tomorrow" before they headed to their room for bed. I looked at the girls and then at my own bed, which was fine for hot threesomes but not big enough to comfortably accommodate the three of us for the night. In a switch from previous sleepovers, I offered them the bed while I would sleep on the floor. I gathered some spare blankets and pillows for a nest on the floor, and we turned the lights out. We ended up talking for a while longer until we all drifted off to sleep.

I wasn't surprised to find the girls cuddled up with me on the floor in the morning. Tessa had snuggled up to me, the little spoon to my slightly larger spoon to Michiko's big spoon. They both made cute noises as I shifted between them, my hands cradling Tessa's chest and Michi's half-hard dick nestled in my rear. I noticed my alarm about to go off and wiggled my butt, getting a low moan from Michiko, before extracting myself.

"Hey, come back," Tessa said sleepily, "my boobs are cold."

"It's a school day, time to get up," I said, leaning over to kiss them both gently. They groused a bit before rising and shaking off the drowsiness. They eventually bade me farewell, going back to Tessa's place to get ready, but not before we shared a deep, three-way kiss. After they left, I grabbed a change of clothes and headed for the bathroom. The shower was already running, and I knocked before cracking the door open.

"Want me to get some coffee started?" I asked.

"Please and thank you!" Mom said from inside the shower.

She joined me shortly afterwards, accepting a fresh mug with thanks before sitting down. She was in a business-casual blouse and slacks combo, indicating a non-client day at the office.

"So, who helped you run Mama through the ringer last night?" I asked, joining her at the table with a bowl of cereal.

"We went to Denise's for dinner," Mom replied with a smirk. Really, that was all she needed to say.

Denise in this case was 'Aunt' Denise Harper, one of the other founders of Mom's law firm. She had been one of Mom's closest law school buddies along with Belinda Price, and Mom had lured them out of corporate law jobs to found the firm in Stonehaven with her. By the time I'd turned 16, I began to suspect that Mom and Denise had been more than just "friends" in law school, and that they might have resumed that phase of their relationship at some point. I'd also suspected that Denise had been responsible for helping Mama be all that she could be when the Blend started spreading. My parents always played pretty coy when I asked about it, however, so this fairly blatant admission was a little surprising.

"I knew it!" I said, munching on my corn flakes. "So, you finally decided to tell your son the truth."

"More than that, actually," Mom said, sitting up in the chair. "We're thinking of asking her to move in with us."

My spoon hovered over the bowl as I processed this news. Mom looked pretty apprehensive, and I suspected there was a lot more to say before we'd be done, both today and in the future. I picked up my phone and texted Tessa: Hey, I'm gonna be late getting to school, you and Michi should head in without me. I quickly got a thumbs up emoji in response and set my phone aside.

"This is why you were okay with me dating both of them right away, huh."

Mom nodded. "Not just because of us and Denise, you three have always been so cute together, but yes."

"You want to sit on the couch?"

"Yes, please."

I cleaned up my bowl and joined her on the couch, wrapping my arm around her as she leaned in. "How long?" I asked.

"Since right after you were born," Mom said. "Denise and I had a very close connection, even in law school. We were each other's first relationship with another woman, and it was wonderful. Belle supported us completely, and she joined us for some fun times occasionally, but she met Dave and fell head over heels with him, so that ended that. We graduated, Belle went to Chicago, Denise got the IBM position in California, and I stayed in Boston to work for Gillette. We stayed in touch, even when I followed a big, handsome jarhead to Germany, and then I had you!"

Mom sighed, and she snuggled in closer. "When I pitched them on starting our own firm, we all had dinner together. It was like we hadn't been apart at all, so much fun! Now, don't get me wrong, your mother and I were made for each other, and I was so happy being with her and having a beautiful baby boy together, but there with Denise, something clicked in us. Like we'd had a piece of our hearts missing until we were together again. More amazing than that, everyone else at that table saw it before we did and were not surprised by it in the slightest. When we got home, Betty asked me point blank 'Do you want to start seeing her again?' I was so scared to admit it, but I did. We stayed up all night talking it through, and I was so relieved when I saw that Betty wasn't jealous or threatened by any of it."

"Long story short: we founded the law firm, Denise and the Prices moved out here, and then Denise and I started seeing each other. We kept it informal, dinner and a 'sleepover' once a week, lunch with Betty every so often. That lasted about three months before we knew we wanted more. We were always filthy with each other in bed, but when we started talking about bringing Betty in, it's like we'd doused ourselves in kerosene and struck a match. Suffice to say, your mama was very excited to join us, and Denise cast the same spell on her as she did on me."

"I don't know when we knew we were in love. All three of us, I mean. Denise would date other people occasionally, but never for very long. Your mama and I were adamant that we wouldn't do anything that might have adverse effects on you or our marriage, but Denise did as much as we did to make sure everyone was taken care of."

"Like babysitting me on date nights when Chrissy Chen wasn't available," I said.

"Right. You were a great kid, though, and it helped that you and Denise got along really well. It also helped that you were a very sound sleeper." Mom chuckled at that as I realized what she meant. "Still, it didn't really hit us until the blending started that we were too close emotionally to be just best friends with benefits."

"So how the hell did I miss all of that?" I asked. "It sounds like she should have moved in years ago."

"Andrew, no offense, but you are sometimes exceptionally oblivious to what's right in front of you. You get that from me, actually."

I nodded. I was the exact same way when Michiko and Tessa started dating, I had no idea they were sweet on each other until they told me. I wondered what cues and implications I could be missing in the present and made a point to bring it up to them later.

"So, when is she moving in?" I asked. Mom gave me a surprised look.

"That's it? No recriminations? No shock and disgust?"

"She knows we had sex, right?" I asked point-blank. Mom could keep secrets better than anybody, but not from her best friends. Mom nodded, blushing. I suspected that included Mrs. Price, but that seemed like a conversation for another time.

I thought for a moment about the logistics. "She's going to have the guest room downstairs? Or am I moving?"

"No," Mom said, "she'd be downstairs. Not that she'd ever sleep there, probably."

"Ugh, I'm going to need better headphones," I said, grinning.

"You're really okay with this?" Mom asked again.

"Of course! I support you and Mama categorically! And, technically, that extends to Aunt Denise. It it's going to make you all happy, fuckin' go for it"

Mom teared up a little and kissed me softly. "Language," she chided. I couldn't let it go at that, and we spent a few minutes making out before I got up to get ready for school. If I hurried, I could make it to school on time, but just barely. That plan immediately went FUBAR when I got back upstairs and heard the shower running again. Resigning myself to apparently never taking a normal shower again, I knocked on the door.

"Hey, Mama, I've been talking to Mom and I'm gonna be late if I don't shower right now. You got room in there for me to wash up?"

"Sure thing, Slick, hop in."

I entered the bathroom, stripped down quickly, and stepped into the shower. Mama was already washing up, suds cascading along her toned body and luscious curves. I braced myself for the cold water I knew she preferred, and that sort of helped with not popping a hard-on. Much as I would have liked to have some sexytimes in the shower (yet again), I really didn't have the time.

"So, what'd you and Ronnie jaw about?" she asked, helping me to soap up and scrub briskly.

"I hear we're taking on a lodger, and from the sound of it, I might have a third mom before long" I responded, flashing Mama a smile when she started blushing heavily.

"You okay with that?" Mama asked hesitantly. I'd never heard her be so apprehensive.

"Fuck yeah," I responded enthusiastically. I knew that taking a more vulgar tack with Mama would put her at ease quicker, and I had a plan. "What's the over/under on how long before you three drag me into your bedroom and have your lascivious way with me? A month? I bet Aunt Denise makes the first move, she couldn't stop staring at my crotch the last time she was over for dinner."

"Uh-uh," she responded with a grin, recovering her no-nonsense attitude quickly, "she is off-limits, kiddo. You want your dick sucked, you can ask me or your mother, but Denise is our girl."

"Rats," I said, feigning disappointment.

It was pretty funny when Mama eventually said "...no fuckin' bet, though."

Mama and I made quick work of each other's cleaning, and I hopped out once I was done to start towelling off. Mama leaned out of the shower for a quick peck on the lips once I was done, and I got the same from Mom as I barrelled out of the house. I'm not sure how I got to school without getting tagged for speeding.

*****

Mrs. Sikorski was in her mid-50s and, for lack of a better description, a little frumpy. Grey hair in a loose bun, floral print golf shirts and greige slacks that tended to mask her attributes, giving over to a rather drab figure in general. She was also another of my favorite teachers as she was hysterical. She had an incredibly dry sense of humor and a deadpan delivery that rivalled Bob Newhart, a perfect combination for a chemistry teacher of 25+ years. Granted, I was probably one of the few students that thought that, as she was also one of the toughest teachers as well, but I appreciated her and that was enough for me.

"Thank you for joining us, Mr. Wayne," she said as I handed her my late pass and joined my lab partners at the bench.

"Sorry, just some family business running long this morning," I apologized. Becky Addison and Kat Unger both jabbed me in the ribs as I sat between them. Mrs. Sikorski immediately went into a short spiel about the experiment we'd be running that morning, then left us to it as we all donned safety glasses.

Becky, you've already met: 6' 6", ripped, brunette, Rachel haircut, sunny disposition, sleeping with the entire cheerleading team. This was one of three AP classes we shared, and she was in another two besides, which boggled my mind. Kat Unger, you saw at the football game, but you haven't been properly introduced: Kat was a band rat with a light goth aesthetic: shoulder-length hair dyed black, heavy eyeliner, nose piercing. She was 5' 4" and chubby, which gave her a very attractive set of curves and a full, rounded face. A multi-instrumentalist and a sensational vocalist, she'd been one of my usual makeout partners in the Before Times. These days, however, she was in a pretty serious relationship with the drummer in her progressive metal band, Zoria and the Bladesisters. Honestly, the rumor was the entire band was one big, polyamorous fuckfest, but I didn't truck in such scurrilous loose talk.

"Hey," Becky said, "Kat was just telling me about the train her bandmates ran on her after their last gig." I started setting up the beakers and burners as Kat measured out the chemicals for the experiment.

"Is that all everyone at this school has on their mind, day in, day out?" I said, mildly exasperated. "Jesus god, you'd think all there is to do around here is fuck." I got the strongest "oh, really" looks from everyone within earshot, and even Mrs. Sikorski couldn't help but raise one eyebrow at me. I looked around and shrugged. "Yes yes, I'm a giant hypocrite and it's exhausting."

"So, I'm glad I did it," Kat said, resuming her discussion with Becky, "but I think I'd rather just get DPed and call it a night. Maybe get airtight on occasion, but that's the limit. I was so sore afterward."

"I bet," I said, nodding sagely as though I knew what she was talking about. That got a snort, and I couldn't stop a goofy smile from breaking out.

"Hey," Kat said, turning to me, "is it true you can't go to football games anymore?"

The school grapevine strikes again, I thought as I nodded. "I got a job slinging pies at Gina's. No rest for the wicked, money don't grow on trees, so forth."

"That's a shame," she replied, pouring a measure of some acid into a flask and placing it over the Bunsen burner. "I hear you got an advance look from the cheerleaders yesterday."

"I'm sorry I'm going to miss it," I said, "they looked amazing."

"They're so good this year," Becky said, "I really hope they make nationals again."

At that point, we hunkered down and gave our complete attention to the day's lab experiment. Becky took notes as Kat and I stepped through the procedure, adding various amounts of reagents to the bubbling flask of acid and noting the reactions. We would have to write out the specific chemical formulae involved afterwards, and Becky was the most meticulous of us in her note-taking.

There was a moment of levity and personal danger when I dropped my pencil and, in leaning over to retrieve it, got a little too close to another group's burner. No one had noticed anything was amiss until Mrs. Sikorski stepped over. "Mr. Wayne, I've told you before, there is no smoking allowed during labs."

"Hmm?" I asked, before sniffing the air and detecting an acrid odor. Mrs. Sikorski clapped her hand over my shoulders a few times, and a thin whisp of smoke rose up from a singed patch of my shirt. "Oh, geez! Sorry, ma'am!"

For the first time that I recalled, she smiled warmly at me. "Just don't let it happen again. It's a terrible habit."

I returned to my partners suitably chastened. I sniffed again and caught two much different scents. On my right, lemon vanilla pound cake (Becky, because OF COURSE that's what she would smell like to me). On my left, and far more confusing, Kat smelled exactly like a prog metal band we both listened to. I'm not entirely sure how my brain made that connection, nor how I could identify a band's scent down to a specific album, but that's the feedback I was getting. My confusion must have shown, as Kat gave me a concerned look.

"You okay?" she asked. "Your shirt doesn't look too damaged."

"No, it's fine, I'm just..." I hesitated to mention what was happening, but I also didn't want to worry her. "My whole blending-not-blending issue has some weird side effects, and one of them is messing with me."

"Do you need to go to the nurse?" Becky asked, and I shook my head.

"No, it's just some weird synesthesia. I can identify people by their specific scents, and Kat's is throwing me off."

"Yeah?" Becky asked. "What do I smell like?"

"Lemon cake. Which, you know, makes perfect sense."

Becky beamed at me. Kat sniffed at her armpits and gave me an apologetic look.

"Is it... bad?" she asked. "I might have forgotten to shower this morning, sorry about that."

"It's not that," I said, deciding to be honest with her, "it's actually pretty nice, it's just... it's... you smell like Coheed and Cambria."

I got some blank looks for that. "Like," Kat said, "the entire band? Because I don't know whether to thank you for the compliment or tell you to fuck off, I don't smell that bad."

"No, and that's the weird part: you sort of smell like Good Apollo, I'm Burning Star IV."

Kat narrowed her eyes at me. "Volume I or II?"

"Volume I. You know: 'Welcome Home' and 'Ten Speed (Of God's Blood And Burial)'."

Kat smirked, nodding her head as if that made all the sense in the world. "That's fuckin' metal."

*****

Tessa was standing outside the unisex bathroom when I made my way to lunch, and she gave me a big wave as I got closer.

"Hey, mister!" she said brightly. "You lookin' for a good time?"

"Always," I said, smiling as I made to give her a hug. She smiled before stepping to the side and shoving me towards the bathroom, and a powerful hand grabbed my arm and pulled me the rest of the way in. Tessa reached over to shut the door once I'd cleared it, and suddenly I was face to face with a very naked Tanya Peterson.

"Hey, baby," she purred, reaching around me to lock the door. Her amazing boobs pressed into me as she did so, and I couldn't help but lean in to slip my tongue between her lips. She returned the kiss with enthusiasm, and gently smashed me against the door, reaching down to undo my belt and slip me out of my pants.

"Mama really appreciated you giving us space last night," Tanya said in between kisses, wrapping her hand around my instantly hard cock and giving it a few strokes. "She's very sorry for interrupting us, and I think she wants to make it up to you this weekend."

"Yeah?" I asked, my hips thrusting into Tanya's hand. "What did she have in mind?"

"Oh, nothing shocking," Tanya said, licking my lips before leaning close to my ear. "I think she's going to give you her ass."

"Oh, fuck," I breathed. Tanya giggled as she offered me one of her tits to suckle, and we both moaned as my lips made contact.